She said...

"write your rhymes in my heart
& amplify the rhythm of its pulse
let my breasts be the covers for your hiding art

curve your words
into every pore in my skin
gloomy not glamour


love me
Hurt me
& paint me

i am a piece of paper
fold me &
divide me into stanzas
let my lips be the lines in each stanza

write me down
& cut me into syllables
let me bleed
with the love i swallowed

hurt me again & again
burn me with your words
i am the ashes in your thoughts
the wreckage
the Phoenix rising."